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last night Mrs Hutz and I went to a benefit gala to raise funds for the Foundation for Prader-Willi Research Canada (Prader-Willi is a malformation of a specific chromosone, which cause insatiable hunger, along with developmental delays, and is a cause that is very dear to our heart as my wife's cousin, a sweet little girl aged 4, suffers from it).

There was both a silent auction and a live auction, with a bunch of awesome prizes. One of the live auction prizes was a trip to Pittsburgh with premium tickets to a Steelers game, passes to go onto the field at Heinz Field, and a parking pass to park in the stadium. Besides my wife and family, there is nothing in the world I love more than the Pittsburgh Steelers.
We are not rich people, and we both work two jobs to ensure that the bills are paid. I did my best to make some bids on the prize, but as the bids went into the thousands, there was no way that we could afford that. To say I was disappointed is a great understatement.

As the bidding finished I got waved over to another table, where a friend of the family (and fantastically good guy) was sitting. I didn't realize that he had joined in the bidding as well. Turns out, we was bidding on my behalf once he'd seen that I had stopped. He was happy enough to ensure that more money was donated to the foundation, and he wanted to ensure that I got the tickets, no matter the cost. I tried to convince him to at least let me pay for half or something, but he refused

I was blown away by his kindness and generosity, and I still can't believe that I'm going to be able to have this amazing experience. Life can bring you down sometimes, but the kindness of people can certainly shine a light.

We live in a relatively small town, with any number of big needs. Barely a week goes by when there isn't some fundraiser/event small or larger. In a world too often given over to pettiness, the soundbite and I-got-mine, it is warming to see folks grab an oar and put some back into it.